Saw this from Saleh after the game and...what can you say? I mean, I don't know how MLF even gets out of bed tomorrow. The man is your best friend on the planet earth*, and his team doesn't just emasculate yours on the field, he talks about how he told his team that it was going to happen at halftime, and that your team would let it happen. And that is exactly how it played out.
Someday, a sports historian will write the definitive history of the decade-plus since the Super Bowl over Pittsburgh, and their thesis can simply be this press conference. All you had to do to beat the Packers was hit them in the mouth over and over again, and they would give in to you. Maybe it would happen early, maybe it would be later, but the Packers wouldn't hit back. And that is all she wrote.
*As a separate, but possibly related issue, maybe LaFleur should stop talking about football people being his friends. These things don't seem to work out too well afterwards. The only one he can beat consistently is McVay, while Shanahan and Saleh beat him like a rented mule repeatedly, especially when the Packers most seem to need a win.
I have seen more than a few observers question whether LaFleur has what it takes to be a top-level coach in this league. I can't even begin to have enough information to make that determination, but I know that from the outside, games like this happening so frequently does nothing for the perception of his quality. Of course, how well do any of us know anyone who is any sort of celebrity, but by all accounts LaFleur is one of the most genuine, kind-hearted, and stand-up guys in the business. I recall an August article in The Ringer about LaFleur (in hindsight, rather cringingly titled "Is This the Year Matt LaFleur Finally Gets the Credit He Deserves"). In it is a salient passage talking to Dolphins HC McDaniel (another fruit off the Shanahan/McVay tree) and his insight into LaFleur:
I have thought of this quote often as the last few months have progressed. It suggests that, number one, virtues like those held by LaFleur are not the norm in this line of work. And, number two, while I would certainly not pin all of the agonizing inability of the organization to reach the top on a sort of "aw, shucks, we're just too swell a guy to be a champion" line of argument, it has some legs to it. LaFleur is miles away from a Belichick, or even a Saleh or a Shanahan. You look at LaFleur and how he reacted to Shanahan after the 49ers tried to poach Rodgers during the offseason of discontent, and LaFleur seemed genuinely wounded. The whole affair had noticeably soured their relationship as if LaFleur sincerely believed there were lines, even in football, that a man should not cross with his friends. The post-game handshake after the regular season win in 2021 only reiterated this; they looked like anything but friends at that point. Maybe none of Shanahan, Saleh, or McDaniels (who certainly has some of the luster off his reputation for virtue after the Tua incident this year), or any of the others in his circle ever win a championship. And LaFleur's story seems far from finished at this point. But I am reasonably certain whose mindset and attitude dominates this league, and it isn't LaFleur's.
I can't help but wonder, in twenty or thirty years time, who will be most condemned by this assessment, LaFleur or the league? Will succeeding generations look back and wonder at our savagery, as we lifted up an industry and turned it into the most-watched, most-lucrative sporting spectacle in American history, and missed the inherent inhumanity of it all? Will our descendants marvel with horror at our kinship with the ancient Romans, who spilled day after day into arenas across an empire not so different than our own, lusting for blood and bragging rights amidst a bacchanalian atmosphere of gluttony and intoxication, as men became monsters for our amusement? And oh how we cheered that men might give of their bodies--and of their very souls--that their names might be etched on a monument of silver, and figuratively carry us to immortality along with them.
But, never mind. Just another Sunday night for this faithful fan, and perhaps I'm just the one with too much intoxication.